"Stop for a moment, brothers, listen to me!"
Jinzhu raised the scimitar high, and the chaotic noise under his feet suddenly fell silent.
"Come up."
Jin Zhu waved to Zhu Renxia, who was holding a long sword and maintaining a defensive posture, "As long as I'm here, I guarantee that no one will dare to hurt you!"
"good."
Zhu Renxia jumped up, as light as a swallow, and landed on the ten-foot-high rock easily.
Jin Zhu pointed at Zhu Renxia and said: "This is the former Ming Dynasty clan, the Fengguo Lieutenant Zhu Renxia of the Jingjiang Prince."
After listening to Jin Zhu's words, the bandits in the audience started talking.
"What's going on? Why did Jinzhu collude with people from the government?"
"The motives of these girls are not pure. Has Mr. Yang been framed?"
"Yes, yes, even if the boss does bad things, it is excusable. Who makes us bandits!"
"What's wrong with the bandits? In the past, when Master Feng was here, we acted for heaven, robbed the rich and gave to the poor. We were righteous bandits like the heroes of Liangshan. Now we only follow Yang Dali, robbing houses and raping women."
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, let's listen to what Miss Jin has to say first..."
Jin Zhu couldn't help but frown when he heard the chaotic sounds in the audience, and raised his voice and shouted: "Shut up, everyone, and listen to what I have to say first!"
The more than 400 bandits in the audience fell silent again.
Jin Zhu said loudly: "I said he was a member of the Ming Dynasty clan in the past, not now. Do you understand what the past is? His current identity is the mayor of Chang'an Town. Do you know where Chang'an Town is?"
"have no idea."
The gangsters shook their heads.
"Chang'an Town is the Jiangjia Village that you followed Yang Dali to plunder last time. This small village that once had only more than two hundred people, under the leadership of Mr. Zhu, has now developed into a large town with a population of thousands."
Jin Zhu glanced at the bandits at his feet with proud eyes, "I am now the commander of this village. Is it considered the third highest ranking position? Well... probably the third or fourth highest ranking position!"
Before this, Jin Zhu had not carefully studied the seating problem of the key personnel of Chang'an Town.
As the person who spoke to Chang'an Tianzun, Zhu Renxia was definitely the top one without a doubt.
With his record of killing more than 200 assassins, Jiang Guanjun established his second-place status in one fell swoop. No one would question this.
The ones who are really unsure about the seats are Jin Zhu and fifth place. Between Wen and Wu, who will take the third spot?
The only thing that is certain is that no matter who ranks third between Jin Zhu and fifth place, Liu Gongfu can only be ranked fifth.
The bandits were not very interested in whether Jin Zhu was in third or fourth place. They looked puzzled. They didn't know what Jin Zhu meant when he suddenly said these words.
"Let me tell you!"
Zhu Renxia took over the conversation, clasped his fists and said: "Brothers, I have long admired the reputation of Feng Sihai, the Sky-shading Eagle, and know that he is a famous hero in Huguang area. He led his brothers to rob the rich and give to the poor, and he acted chivalrously and righteously."
"Yes, yes, we were so majestic when we followed Mr. Feng!"
Zhu Renxia's words were very helpful to the bandits, and they all cheered up.
Recalling the past, the eventful years, I am filled with emotions.
"I, Zhu Renxia, believe that no one is born to be a bandit, and no one wants to live in the mountains and be a bandit for the rest of his life! Who doesn't want to be filial to his parents? Who doesn't want men to farm and women to weave, and to be married and raised at home?"
The gangsters were touched by the weakness in their hearts, and they all responded with arms.
"Young Master is right, brothers have no way to survive, so they turn into bandits. As long as there is a choice, who is willing to be a bandit!"
Zhu Renxia continued: "We have food and drink in Chang'an Town. There are endless mutton, pork, and beef to eat every day. There are endless fine wines to drink every day. There is also a two-story courtyard. Everyone One set for free.
As long as you are willing to change your mind, be a good citizen, and obey the management, you can join Chang'an Town. Or follow the golden girl to practice martial arts and protect the home, or weed the fields and harvest crops.
If you are an honest and loyal man, our Chang'an Town will also provide you with a daughter-in-law, so that you can start a family and have children around your knees. "
After hearing this demagogic speech, the bandits immediately became a mess like ants in a pot, talking in all directions.
"There are actually such good things in the world?"
"My mother, if you want to make meat, a house, a wife, and farm, why should we still be bullshit bandits?"
"It feels like pie in the sky. Isn't it tricking us into handing it over to the government?"
"Listen to what he says again. You can't just believe whatever he says. We are evil people who have been bandits. How can the government let us go so easily?"
Someone raised his hand and asked: "Master Zhu, what you say is better than what you sing. I heard that Guizhou has been experiencing drought for several years and the people are almost out of food. Where does the pork and mutton you mentioned come from? Where do the big houses come from? ?”
This person's speech immediately aroused a response.
"Yes, yes, where does the food for thousands of people come from? Please explain!"
Zhu Renxia put his hands behind his back, letting the mountain wind blow his clothes and sleeves fluttering, and said calmly: "It was given by the gods."
"Given by the gods?"
The bandits were dubious, "Which god gave it to you? Why was it only given to you Jiangjiacun and not to Lijiacun and Wangjiacun?"
Zhu Renxia continued: "Brothers who have been to Jiangjiacun must have seen our white jade city wall. The three or four feet high city wall is shining and dazzling. It is majestic and taller than ordinary county towns. This is what the gods helped us build. .”
"If your memory is good enough, you should still remember that when you were about to climb the city wall, a supernatural event suddenly occurred. Many bandits suddenly became... bloody and bloody, and died unexpectedly. This is the power of gods!"
At that time, more than a hundred bandits who had followed Yang Dali to Jiangjiacun escaped and returned. Thinking of the horrific scene, each of them is still frightened.
"Yes, yes... what happened that night was so evil!"
Zhu Renxia continued: "The immortal who protects Jiangjiacun is called Chang'an Tianzun, which is also the origin of the name of Chang'an Town. He is a great god with the same name as Yuanshi Tianzun, but he used to practice in seclusion, so the world does not know his name."
"What you saw today, Yang Dali disappeared out of thin air, and the meeting hall was razed to the ground, are all the work of Chang'an Tianzun."
As he spoke, Zhu Renxia looked up to the sky and begged: "Please give the brothers on the mountain a jar of wine so that they can feel your compassion."
All the bandits looked up to the sky one after another. They saw thousands of white clouds in the sky and the autumn sun in the sky. Where was the shadow of the gods?
But Zhu Renxia's words were impassioned and sincere, and he didn't seem to be pretending, so everyone waited and watched.
"Tsk tsk... Zhu Renxia's speech ability is very strong. He knows how to start from the shallower to the deeper, step by step, and arouse resonance."
Zhu Changan secretly praised him in his heart, and then agreed: "Okay... Then I will accept your invitation!"
Zhu Changan immediately found a bottle of Maozi, poured a capful of white wine, and carefully placed it in front of the rock where Zhu Renxia was standing.
Seeing the red wine vat slowly falling from the sky, Jin Zhu shouted: "Anyone who doesn't want to be smashed to death, get out of the way, God has given me wine!"
The bandits had already seen a huge red round tank, slowly falling from the sky, covering the ground with a shadow, and they had already hurriedly dodged to both sides to make way for an open space.
A moment later, the huge "wine tank" floated to the ground, and the rich aroma of wine instantly caused an uproar.
"Wow...it smells so good!"
"Master Zhu is such a god, he can indeed summon gods!"
"Yes, yes... Yang Dali disappeared out of thin air, the Juyi Hall was razed to the ground, and now there is wine falling from the sky. If anyone continues to doubt the existence of gods, there is something wrong with their brains!"
"Kowtow to the gods."
I don’t know who shouted, and the chaotic bandits knelt on the ground one after another, shouting in unison: "Greetings to the Heavenly Lord, we were forced to become bandits because of helplessness, please forgive the Heavenly Lord!"
Even if there are a few bandits who don't believe in ghosts and gods, they don't dare to take the lead and can only follow the crowd and kneel down and kowtow.
